Holocaust Monologue

Night I am an overseer at a Jewish Death Camp called Buna. I try to be as kind as possible to these innocent souls. I don’t understand how Hitler thinks this is okay. Murder; extermination, is not okay. I hate being here, having to be in charge of the Jews, the ones who never even had a chance. It breaks my heart. I’m not the only one who thinks it’s wrong, lots of people know its wrong yet they do nothing. They stand by and watch countless families being ripped apart, children being violently killed. The amount of suffering, the horrors these people witness and just blow off is mesmerizing. I can’t stand by and watch anymore, and I’m not alone. My assistant pipel and I are stockpiling weapons, slowly; painfully slow but it’s better than nothing at all.

I awaken in a dark, cold, smelly cattle car. Not even god can help me now. “So.” A voice hisses from the darkness. “Who else was in on this little pathetic plan of yours.” I say nothing. I refuse to give up any names. I will not to be the cause of more death. I will give my life to protect the ones who helped me. “Ah, the silent game, huh?’’ “We’ll see how long you can keep that up.” For what seems like days they torture me, but I still refuse to give them what they want. I may have not been able to follow through with my plan, but I can still be defiant. I will be until my final breath. Finally, the train stops. “Auschwitz, in case you were wondering.” The man who has been determined to break me informs me, even though I never asked, nor cared. I know what waits for me here. I’m not afraid. The doors of the car open, and I am shoved out. I hear a light thump as the officer leaps out beside me. I stare at my broken hands, at the ground, anything but him or my fate. He lifts my head, and whispers into my ear. “Welcome to your new home,